In the quiet of his room, a lonely boy, craving the touch of his beloved, takes matters into his own hands. He strips off his clothes, his heart pounding with anticipation. His hard cock stands erect, throbbing with desire. He strokes it slowly, building up a rhythm, his breath coming in short gasps. He pictures her, her touch, her scent, her moans. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter. He can feel the pressure building, his body tensing. Then, with a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his hot seed spilling out onto his hand, a small, unsatisfying release for his pent-up longing.